My Love Page

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Some of my poetry i hope you enjoy A Lovers Confession Please forgive my boldness, But I can't hold back anymore. Your image is planted in my mind, And I need you to hear me roar. Finally I will find peace of mind, With my long awaited confession. My only intent is, To touch your hearts expression. Perhaps you don't really know me, As much as I would like, Someday you'll enjoy my friendship, With all its sugar and spice. I know you very little, But enough for me to know. That without you I'll go crazy, And my tears will begin to flow. I miss having you near, I need to touch your skin. It's what keeps me going, It's my essence deep within. I need to hear your voice, It's music to my ears. A simple phrase from you, Will keep inside the tears. My confession is a secret, Only you and I will know. You mean so much to me, You are the owner of my soul. Because you are so gorgeous, My confession is so true. 'I Love You' unconditionally, And my life I'll give for you.
Another poem Could This Be Love? Life was so easy, just going through the motions. I was cruising along, not feeling any emotions. No worries for anything, and nothing really to do, then out of the blue, there came you. Unavailable to me you were, but it really did not matter, for the love that you showed me, became absolute flatter. Sometimes I notice things, like the twinkle in your eye, like the burning of one star, or like the spacious sky. And then it makes me wonder, could it be a message from above, or could it be infatuation, or could it be love? A secret so strong, on the edge so jagged. How can I tell you that my heart has run ragged? You continue to tell me that I know not what love is, but give me some time, for I feel it might be this. So strong are my feelings, that I try to cover and hide, that I would actually consider putting everything else aside. I feel it deep down, I feel so very alive. When I am with you, I feel like we stop time. A moment of adrenaline, hot like a burning stove, could it be infatuation, or could it be love? Sometimes I have these feelings, like an angel was sent just for me, someone to lighten up my life, baby, that angel you may be. Into my heart, these feelings have dove, could it be infatuation, or could it be love? And would I really consider for us to have an affair? This hypothetical situation is absolutley full of despair. To give love a chance, and jump in feet first, and ignore all the consequences that I know would make things worse. And if it would ruin us, and the friendship we have, and the family that you have raised, and the man that makes you so mad, then what would be the purpose of pursuing this endeavor, just to see if our love is real, and see if we can be together? To destroy what we already have would not make much sense, for I love our friendship, and the time that we spend. And so it is not worth it, just for one moment of bliss, for us to indulge in pleasure, not even for one little kiss. But know deep in my heart, lies a spot just for you. You make me a better woman, so honest and so true. I will be there for you, through thick and thin. I will give you encouragment, for that is what makes a friend. And maybe someday, if things become right, I will open up my heart, and give no more fight. Because I could definitely fall madly, deeply in love, with a man like you, sent from the Heavens above. Butterflies in your stomach, you are not the only one. Could this be infatuation, or could this be love? Sometimes I ponder what might and could have been, had I the chance to meet you way back when. Only time will tell what will come of all this, but if we stopped spending time, that is something I would miss. I wrote this one special, for someone in my life new, all for this special person, and that person is you. You make me feel happy, and whatever of this might come, I don't think it's infatuation, I think it might just be love.
I love poetry Suicide She knew it when she met him From the very first time They were meant to be together There wasn’t a doubt in her mind From the first words that he spoke She could hear it in his voice She knew he felt the same way It was a given, not by choice Immediately they were together The couple that everyone knew There was an instant connection And their friends could feel it too People said it wouldn’t work Because they came from different places But their love was everlasting You could see it in their faces Their parents saw it differently Forbidding it to start But their feelings were so strong They couldn’t keep them apart Their parents went through everything Thinking it couldn’t last Judging by accidents With relationships in the past It was like they’d known forever This relationship was right To him she was his princess And to her he was her knight And then they were finally separated Both of their hearts being torn It felt like tearing the petals off a rose And being pricked by the thorn They found a way to be together Secretly meeting late at night Making love until the sun rose Holding each other tight Finally they came to realize This was no way to live Secretly loving your soul mate Was more effort then they could give One night they went together Bringing along a knife Kissing each other good-bye And taking each other's life The plunging of the knife Stood for the sacrifices they were making And the pouring of their blood Was for the measures they were taking They held each other tightly As they watched each other die But they knew that this was better Than living in a lie Hours later they were found No one knowing just why they died But stories are going around Of a lovers' suicide The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love; The red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove. But I send you a cream-white rosebud With a flush on its petal tips; For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips
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My poetry is my life so please read Letter to Mom Early one morning while she was asleep, She received a bloody letter, address incomplete, It read dear Mother or Guardian of Mine, I truly hope these words find you in time, I had wished you could raise me and give me a home, Never thought Id be hated or left alone, We could have been friends and shared unconditional love, But sadly I wasnt the one you thougt of, He was always number one more important than me, He never had children so he wasnt my daddy, No matter how hard I try he always comes first, You never seem to care or see how much it hurts, Do you even bother? to check up on me at school? Do you even care if Im following the rules? Do you know how many guys have played me for a fool? And left me crying with tears enough for a pool? But that doesnt really matter now, not anymore, Arent you glad I wont grow up to be a w*ore? Its okay mom you have the greatest releif, Now I couldnt possibly cause any grief, Dont worry mom, you never cared anyways, And if you did you never showed it in anyway, No matter what I did he always was before me, And now that Im gone you can completely now forget about me, I see you have your old life back, Now live it while you can, Youre one step from having a family, You already have your man, Remember me when it storms and rains, Remember this moment when I sliced my veins, Remember my spirit and remember me, And remember the love that you never gave me, All the feelings you showed me, Are all the feelings maintained, All you ever gave me, Was anger and pain, Many paths to take... in these games we play, and these songs we sing, making me giggle when no one is around. A slight smile in your absence at just a thought of you, shows through only a fraction of its manigtude. I remember I used to always smile. Two strangers in a strange land... and a feeling I have never felt, seemingly false in the past, now genuine and unbreakable. I remember that ideas can change. The Lovers are blind... Yet I examine every curve, memorizing them with my fingers, to conjure up when all hope is lost and my will weakens. Savoring the scent and carrying it with me throughout the day, a warm core breathes to life within at the remembrance of your fragrance. I remember I had a heart once. In the spaces in between... Lies the shadows of the past, screaming obsceneties against our love. "They are all the same," they say, "and they all will lose their light." To these shadows lying in wait, remarks very much anachronistic to the soul's bliss of our union, I say good day and fare thee well. I remember that the past will not always repeat itself. Life for your crops... and life for you. Within this machine that is formed, each component relies upon the other. Throwing reason and rationality out the window, and into the wind it scatters, below the beating wings of our flying dreams and whimsical ideas of all things within the real. Like holes in shadows and reversed gravity. I remember entire worlds I had imagined. Plunging headlong into the unreal... and this conciousness shared. Synchronicities and strange superstitions, and laughing at things that just simply aren't funny. Playing both liberator and liberated, We laugh at the sky and blow kisses at the moon. All these unspoken truths I cannot materialize into speech when you are present, fill the void where my soul once lay. And I realize, we are the dreamers and this is our song.
I will post more poetry but this is my recent ones this one is dedicated to my angel. I love you A Promise To My Love I believe that none could love you quite as deeply as I do; And yet I often fail to show the depth of it to you. I vow to do the little things, to show you every day; But one thing or another seems to get into the way. I pledge to be more open, to have courage and be strong; But some how fear takes over and then everything goes wrong. I dream of perfect love for us, and hope that it will be; And yet I end up giving you a less than perfect me. I want to be much more for you, be everything you need. I hope and seek, beg and pray "Change me Lord! ", I plead. You are the only one I want. It is for you I yearn. I guess, my love, there's still so much that I have yet to learn. I cannot give perfection, but this I promise I will do - I will spend my life time learning how to give my love to you.